A Poem a Day (161): Fracture

Fracture

A jagged point

Lodged in deep,

A split in skin.

Blood flowers.

This historic bruise

Buries in deep,

Seeking to fester.

Pain spirals out.

A wound to remind

Of broken hearts,

Their spiky roots

Winding into you.

Fires fan flames,

Chasing justice.

Ashes lost voices

As sirens wail.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 31, 2020

A Poem a Day (160): Freckle

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Freckle

It is but a freckle,
A small brown spot.

It’s here to stay, though
You see it as a blight
Ruining this vista,
This clear, empty plain.

But it is there by design
To highlight, to differ,
To offer a uniqueness
In contrast to the other.

It is but a small echo
Of difference. 

Copyright Vickie Johnstone May 30, 2020